“Here,” she whispered, putting her bare feet up on his shoulders and flicking her clit with one long red nail. “Right here.”
She gave a soft cry when he worked his tongue slowly upwards, taking her juices with him and spreading them all over her clit, lashing back and forth. Her clit was a hard little ridge of flesh in his mouth, her thighs beginning to tremble as he licked her. He couldn’t help reaching down and grabbing onto his cock, stroking it slowly as he tasted the hot flood of her in his mouth. It was going to be so good to slide into her wetness, feel her from the inside out.
But not yet. Not yet. Her nails raked over his shoulders, trying to pull him in closer, deeper. He explored the soft, pink folds of her flesh with one finger, his tongue never leaving the spot where she’d directed him. When he slid first one finger inside, then another, her hips began to move, fucking him back with the motion.
Her eyes closed, head going back. Her belly was quivering, the navel ring there silver and glinting in the light from the window. Thankfully, the blinds were closed, or someone walking by on their way to class might get quite an eyeful of Henry and his professor having sex on her desk. The thought made his cock swell, even if it was horribly wrong.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
He swore he could feel each of the soft cries of her orgasm deep in his belly, at the base of his cock, as if her voice was calling to the cum left in his balls. She whimpered and rolled and writhed on the desk, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she came, her clit practically disappearing so he had to suck it between his lips to hang onto her climax.
When she stopped trembling, her knees now hooked over his shoulders, Henry took the time to really examine her pussy, the inner lips a hot, glistening pink, her juices thick and white, almost like a man’s cum, slipping slowly down the crack of her ass. He wanted it. He wanted her.
“Come here,” she urged, still panting, holding her arms out to him, and he went, letting her pull him close, on top of her. She cradled his head against her breasts and he felt her chest rising and falling, her breathing still fast. When she slipped her hand between them, searching for his cock, he shifted his hips and let her have it, surprising her with his hardness.
“Oh that’s good,” she murmured, beginning to stroke him against her hip. “You’re so hard again! I want you in me. Come on.”
He wasn’t about to argue, feeling the hot give of her flesh as she rubbed him up and down her slit. Henry propped himself above her, his feet still on the floor, her legs dangling, letting her guide and aim him. Toni moaned when he shoved his hips forward, not waiting anymore, pushing in deep.
“Feel how wet I am for you?” she murmured, her hands running up the muscles of his forearms, his biceps, his shoulders, exploring. “That’s how much I want you.”
There was no doubt. She was like butter, soft and open, and he began to fuck her, thankful that he’d come once already, because he wouldn’t have lasted two minutes otherwise.
“You feel too good.” He closed his eyes, his cock now poised at her entrance, her hands on him, moving over the hard planes of his chest.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, thumbing his nipples, making him squirm. “Come on, Henry. Give me that cock.”
His legs and calves were strong from years of playing hockey, and he had an incredible amount of leverage at this angle, allowing him to do exactly as she asked. He groaned and gave into her request, hips pumping, cock buried to the hilt. He wasn’t fucking her so much as rutting, sounding the depths of her cunt, and with every thrust, Toni’s bare heels dug into the tight, working muscles of his ass.
“Henry,” she whispered, wrapping herself around him, arms and legs now, her mouth right next to his ear. “Oh that’s good. You’re gonna make me come all over your cock.”
That drove him in deeper, if that was even possible, determined to feel her pussy around his cock as she climaxed. Toni whimpered and sucked at his shoulder, leaving dark purple marks there, her body tense, almost rigid, her softness turned to stone as she rode him to completion.
“Ohhhhh!” She muffled her orgasm against his shoulder, face buried, teeth sinking into his flesh. He would have marks and bruises there later, but he didn’t even notice as she began to come, her muscles taut, contracting, as if her whole body was reaching a delicious zenith, focused in her fiery, spasming cunt and spreading outward in ripples.
He couldn’t hold back another minute and he didn’t have time to ask her, hadn’t even thought once about protection, he’d wanted this so much. He groaned as he pulled himself out of her still-clenching cunt, his cum flooding the dark, curly mass of her pubic hair in white hot spurts. He stroked himself against the hot bud of her clit, feeling her quivering still, her breath hot in his ear as she moaned his name, begging him to come, come, come all over her.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Toni panted, her face hot against his chest, hanging onto him. “That was so good…and so, so bad.”
He tilted her face up, kissing her deeply. He didn’t want to think about it, any of it. He just wanted to be with her, experience every part of her, without any thought at all. And they managed to do just that, twice more, before Toni insisted she had an appointment across campus-and even then, he sat her in her office chair and sucked on her clit until she came all over his tongue once more, just so he could keep the taste of her in his mouth on the long, cold walk back to his dorm.
“Hey Val.” Henry flipped open his phone, crooking it as he shouldered his bag on the way out from practice. “’Sup?”
“Can you come over?”
Henry walked, his feet crunching in the snow left on the sidewalk. “I’m at the rink. Where are you?”
She hesitated and then said, “At Marcus’s place.”
The frat house. He had pretty much stopped going over there as much as he could. There was stuff going on he didn’t like and he was regretting ever pledging in the first place. “I guess I can catch the bus. Is everything okay?”
“I just want to see you.”
Uh oh. He knew what that meant. Val had a tendency to want to drown her sorrows in sex. Not that he would have objected, at one time, but he’d turned her down again and again since that night in his room, only because it felt too complicated to say yes. “Did you have a fight?”
She sighed. “Something like that.”
“Need a big strong shoulder to cry on?” he offered.
“That’s what I was hoping for.”
As long as that was all she was hoping for, Henry thought. He decided it would be better to meet somewhere public and beg the question altogether. “You know what, I have to be at the library in an hour. Want to meet me there instead?”
“Sure,” she agreed, but didn’t sound happy about it.
“Basement of the UGLi,” he said, picking up his pace. It was a brisk walk, but a shorter one than the frat house. “I’ll be at the tables on the right, after you get off the elevator, okay?”
“Thanks, Henry.”
Val was already there when he showed up, sitting in the corner on one of the plastic chairs, her knees drawn up to her chin. There was no one else down there and they had some privacy, which was a good thing-and a bad thing, he supposed. It was the same place he’d met Libby in the stacks, and whenever he came down here, he always hoped he might run into her.
Of course, planning to meet Toni here, now, after what had happened, was going to be different than it had been before. No one could tell, just by observing them, he told himself, but he wondered if that was true. They’d found every opportunity to see each other, even on days they weren’t supposed to meet. Toni’s office was safe enough, it seemed, if they could be quiet. They’d also found refuge in her car, parked under a broken streetlamp. They both knew their actions were like a ticking time bomb, but it just felt too good to stop.